User blog:Lordsunflash/The Tale of Tabun

If you all know about the story I wrote that I always bash calling it "Terrible" with "poor characters but a good story" Well I have finally re-written it. Unfortunately I cannot post it on RW because for some reason or another there is already a story with its name. So I will be putting it up here. I don't know, maybe It'll work out better this time around now that I am more well-known.

Chapter One
The sun was shining warmly upon the small fortification of Kelbura. While its militaristic uses could not be denied it was in actuality a rather peaceful little village, far from the cold winters of the north, the cruel storms of the sea, or the blistering summers of the south. Not many knew of it and as such it was not visited much, by friend or foe. But its residents did not care, because they were self-sufficient and did not need the help of outsiders. Some would say they were naïve; they of course would be mistaken, for it was not called a fort without reason. Nay every creature within its wooden walls had been prepared in the ways of war so expertly that they were worthy of comparison to the great mountain of Salamandastron.

On this day one such creature, a ferret to be exact, was heading down the paths of the town to his friend’s home. His name was Damair, son of Corbus Quick-Blade, father of Tabun, and leader of the village. He was heading to the home of Orion Ironpaw, a badger smith and a close friend of Damair.

He entered the home to find Orion at the forge creating a scythe for farming.

“Why hello my old friend, how are you doing? Asked the Orion

“Fine as always, have you seen Tabun? He left this morning without a single word to us.”

Orion pulled the tool from the forge and cooled it in water before answering “I believe he went off with my son and their two friends, Roland, and Renar. From the sounds of it, it seems that they are heading to the river.”

“I’ll wager they’re trying to catch that big trout I was talking about yesterday. I’ll go get them.” As Damair was about to leave for the river Orion called to him “Wait for me, I’m coming with you.”

At the river Tabun, Roland, Noctra, and Renar were fishing in the stream, hoping to catch something for dinner. Renar and Noctra were sitting on the side of the stream. Noctra being the strongest and Renar being an otter with a small bit of natural skill in fishing he attributed to being an otter they both sat holding a rod and otherwise relaxing as they awaited a fish to bite on. Roland, a small mouse that was a rather timid friend of them all, sat in a shady spot beneath a large oak tree. Next to him sat Tabun, a short ferret that seemed offset being friends with woodlanders such as his current company. He and Roland were dozing off in the fall sun with a few leaves falling on them every once and a while. As the time they spent there went on Tabun’s stomach growled, looking to his two friends at the riverside he called to them.

“Any luck yet? I don’t think my stomach can take much more.”

Noctra merely laughed at his friend and continued to fish “Ye won’t help it at all by yelling at us, it’ll scare the fish away.”

Feeling slightly insulted, and still a bit hungry, Tabun marched over to his friend “Well if ye are not getting any luck then hand it to me.”

Feeling too tired to argue with him Noctra gladly handed him the fishing pole and took Tabun’s spot below the tree.

After a few minutes of sitting there Tabun’s pole began to bend a little. Seeing his friend had not noticed Renar shook him on the shoulder. “Look, mate, I think ye got somethin’” Looking at his rod he pulled sharply on it, to have the rod quickly jerk back, nearly pulling him into the water.

“Help! Help! I think it’s gonna pull me in!” He screamed as he dug his paws into the sand.

His friends rushed over to his side, grabbing his shoulders and pulling hard, to no avail. They slowly began to lurch forward, to the point that Tabun decided to grab unto the line itself.

“I think we’re gonna have t’ let this one go, Tabun!” Shouted Roland, not wanting to be pulled into the depths of the river

“Let go yerself. I want this fish to show off to ye later now!”

At this the line jerked at a breakneck speed and pulled Tabun into the water, snapping him from his friend’s grips.

“He fell in! Roland, Noctra, get some help. I’ll try and get after him!” As Roland and Noctra ran into the woods Renar leaped into the water, swimming with the speed that comes with the natural ability of an otter his size. As he went under he spotted Tabun, his paw entangled in the line and being pulled along by the largest pike he had ever seen. Swimming along as fast as he could he tried to catch up with Tabun, pulling out his knife. But swim as hard as he could Tabun remained just out of his reach, and growing further away by the moment.

Up ahead on the river Orion and Damair were walking along the side, looking for their young.

“Tabun! Noctra! Come out and we can fish at the ford!” Shouted Orion in a deep rumbling yell

As they walked on they began to hear the yelling of a creature, accompanied by a much shriller cry of another. They looked ahead to see Noctra and Roland running towards them at top speed, a wave in the centre of the river following shortly behind.

Realizing what had happened Damair pointed towards the center of the river and shouted at Orion “Get to the centre of the river!”

Without question Orion began a slow walk into the river as Damair pulled out his knife and plunged into the waters ahead. As he went under he spotted what he had predicted would be there, a large pike towing his son shortly behind him. Pulling his knife in front of him he began to swim into the pike, preparing to strike. As the pike neared where he was he swam slightly to the left and plunged his knife down the pike’s side, ripping a nasty hole in its side and slowing it down considerably.

Still swimming behind it Renar used this speed difference to match up with Tabun and slice through the line that held them together. As Tabun was cut free from the line Renar grabbed him by his arm and swam to the shore. As they reached the side of the river Tabun sputtered out the water he had swallowed and Renar seemed to collapse on the ground, completely exhausted. Damair exited the river and rubbed his knife blade against the side of his shirt, cleaning it of the pike blood. He then looked down the stream to see the trail of blood it had left, and a stunned Orion who was fortunate enough to have missed it.

Rubbing the life back into his paws Tabun looked up at his father “Sorry about that, dad. I didn’t know that was what they meant when they said they saw “big fish” down on this part of the river.”

Damair patted his son on the back “It’s fine, Tabun, I’m just glad you are still alive.” Damair helped pull Tabun up as Noctra did likewise with Renar. As they began to walk home Orion looked to Damair.

“If you were going to stab the pike then why’d you have me stand in the middle of the river?”

Damair smiled a little then answered “I was hoping if I couldn’t slow it down smacking into you would.”

As they continued along the path back to Kelbura laughing amongst themselves over the situation they were at the highlight of the day.

But little did they know that not far away lurked something that would threaten their very lives.